Poetry: Wonder


O the days gone by
Brightly lit in the sky.
The wonder of a passing age.

O wonder of the night
Singing gaily in spite
Of a time spent in haste.

How I wish there was a place
That I could take my face
And see my sadness flee.
For here I stand
In this world, as planned;
And wonder what’s to be.

Originally written 3/5/1990

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